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They “sealed” the sepulchre and “made it sure,”
“Setting a watch”—but yet …
Can God's light traverse even the ways obscure
Where death's and horror's ice-cold hands have met?
Us the foul horror chills:
O God of sunlight, canst thou pierce the gloom?
The tomb of Jesus was an empty tomb;
My mother's? … Empty also, if God wills.
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